I hope if this ever comes to an end,
That my love remains the sweetest you’ve ever tasted,
That my memories haunt you alive and in afterlife.
That you see my face in every lover you have,
That you taste my lips in every girl you kiss,
That you think about me when Taylor Swift comes on,
And hear my voice singing every song.
And I hope hot tears stream down your face,
Up till your lips where you can taste them,
An unpleasant, salty, bitter taste as you look back,
And then question if you threw a good thing away,
I hope if this ever comes to an end,
I can keep the shirt that you lent,
That I am strong enough to get over you,
But you still whisper my name in your sleep.